Dreams – 11/21

11/21/23:

I was being escorted to a meeting by Kelly Daniels in drill instructor clothes and a faceless other man. We stopped on a dirt road by some corn fields and little bugs kept dropping from trees onto me and the ground, freaking me out but none would touch Kelly as he stood there with fists on his hips. When I finished reading the sheet of paper on the ground (black and white cube shapes), we went to my meeting. I was tired and laid down on bed next to Jaeger and then the person I was meeting, Hugo Boss, climbed into the bed and when I realized he was a Nazi, he straddled me and when I called for help, Jaeger tried to bite him and he started choking both me and Jaeger.

11/21/22 #1:

I was hovering over a rectangular table in my house. My job was to figure out seating arrangements because there were VIPs coming. I couldn’t decide whether Albrecht Dürer should sit next to Henry Kissinger or not–and whether my kids should sit next to a guy named Süppe since he was the guy who invented soup. I decided I should shuffle a bunch of cards with peoples’ names on them and that would determine where everyone sat so no one could say I was playing favorites.

11/21/22 #2:

[may have been part of the first dream…] I dropped something and climbed under the table to pick it up. It was a die. Then there wound up being a bunch of dice dropped there and a woman joined me under the table–her name was Tammy. I started helping pick up the dice–some were under sideboards and very dusty or stuck to the floor. She said she dropped the dice intentionally so she could tell me that “Mr. Big is not included in the preorder.” The dice were overfilling an empty cigar box. I took it and dumped the die into a laundry chute and was confused because the chute looked like it was connected to my grandparents’ front porch. I then realized Mr. Big was Henry Kissinger and that it was important he not get hold of any dice.

11/21/21 #1:

I was hiding under a round table. Above me, the people at the table were playing a version of Russian Roulette, except the rule was you were shooting someone else and you couldn’t shoot their head–you had to shoot them somewhere else, so they were busy shooting people in the spine or shooting off fingers and I was having to anticipate so I wouldn’t get shot thru the table but I had to stay quiet so they wouldn’t know I was there–even though the table was see-through.

11/21/21 #2:

I went to dinner with Tracy V. (from OSU) and she told me she was celebrating getting divorced that day. I said ‘Me, too!’. She said she told her husband and his kids a month earlier and I said ‘Me, too!’ Then she said she was vegetarian and I said ‘Me, too!’ Then someone screamed and I looked under the table and there was a mini-scorpion that I knew was really poisonous. Tracy crushed it with her flip-flop. Another weird bug started crawling on the table–like a scorpion but with little green gelatinous squishy balls covering its backside. Tracy smashed it and green goo went all over other people in the restaurant. She said she hated bugs and I said ‘Me, too!’